The Rise of the Shen Family

In the mid-spring season, warm lake winds blow from over Zhenze Lake, sweeping the entire Binhu Town with warmth.

The willows by the lake are slightly bleak, but new branches have been drawn from the black branches, and green shoots are dotted on the newly grown branches.

The long wicker is soft and light, hanging down like thousands of green ribbons, dancing in the warm lake breeze.

At this time, on a pier outside Binhu Town, large boats several meters long were already lined up on the lake.

On the shore of the lake, a large group of mortals from Binhu Town gathered here.

Some of them are carrying a huge package on their shoulders, some are pushing a wheelbarrow full of salutes with large bags and small bags, and some are holding an old ox, which is also on the back of the ox. A hill-like salute...

At this moment, on a small mound not far away, an old man stood there tremblingly.

The old man was dressed in fancy clothes, like a rich man in the world, but when he looked carefully, he could feel the peculiar coercion of a cultivator on the old man.

Next to the old man, a middle-aged man with the fourth level of Qi practice stood there respectfully.

"Is everyone here?" the old man asked slowly.

After hearing the old man's question, the middle-aged man hurriedly handed over and replied:

"Father, there are 362 people in this group of migrating clansmen, and they have all gathered here!"

"Are the ships ready?"

"Everything has been arranged, just wait for Yangshan to come!"

"So good!"

The old man nodded immediately, and then turned his eyes to the crowd not far away, then passed the crowd and looked at the lake in the distance, and said with some emotion:

"How many batches is this this year?"

"It's already the fourth batch!"

"The fourth batch... It's better to live a peaceful life!"

The old man murmured, and then fell silent again.

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This old man in Chinese clothes is naturally Shen Huantong, the guard of Binhu Town.

It's just that compared to ten years ago, he looks older now.

In that flood, the old man was also seriously injured and lost his lifespan for more than ten years. Looking at it now, I am afraid that there are not many years to live!

However, now Shen Huantong has been relieved, and is not afraid of this approaching death.

Now the only thing he cares about a little bit is his great-grandson with three spiritual roots.

Although his great-grandson has the aptitude for three spiritual roots, he still needs someone to help him if he wants to build a foundation.

However, their family did not have a deep foundation on Yunbi Peak. After he became the highest cultivation base in the family, his great-grandson lost the only help.

Fortunately, he helped his great-grandson get through some relationships many years ago, and since his great-grandson has become an alchemist, he will be able to walk a little easier in the future.

Right now, what he hopes most in his heart is that, for the sake of his conscientiousness and diligence over the past 40 years, the family can take care of his great-grandson after he sits down!

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At this time, among the group of mortals gathered on the shore of the lake.

A five- or six-year-old boy looked at the crowd around him, then pulled the sleeve of the man beside him and asked:

"Dad, where are we going!"

The man leaned down and touched the boy's head with a smile:

"Go to Yangshan!"

"Why are you going to Yangshan?"

"Have better days!"

"That……"

Seeing that the boy wanted to ask questions, the woman beside him quickly took his hand and said with a smile:

"Huan'er, don't ask your father first, you'll know when the time comes!"

"Oh!"

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After about half a stick of incense, a Dharma ship exuding spiritual power fluctuations slowly sailed into this pier from a distance.

After a while, five cultivators of the Shen family in black uniforms appeared on the dock.

After seeing these five people, the hundreds of mortals gathered here suddenly boiled.

"Mother, is this the Immortal Master?"

The boy looked at the five family cultivators with a longing look in his eyes.

"Well, that's the Immortal Master of the family!" The woman's tone was full of respect.

After hearing the woman's words, the boy stopped talking, but there was still a strange look in his eyes.

On the other side, Shen Huantong and the others hurried over to the pier after seeing the family cultivator who got off the Dharma boat.

A man in a black suit bowed to Shen Huantong and asked:

"Uncle Seventeen, are you all ready?"

"It's all ready, just waiting for you!" Shen Huantong said with a smile.

"Okay, let the clansmen board the ship!"

The black-robed man looked at the dark crowd underground and said.

"it is good!"

Shen Huantong nodded in response, and then ordered the monk beside him.

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In this way, under the guidance of the guards of the guard house, the more than 300 Shen mortals who gathered on the shore began to board the big boats parked in the dock in an orderly manner.

In the crowd, the little boy named Huan Er followed the middle-aged man and the woman and started walking towards a wooden boat.

Although his footsteps did not stop, his head kept looking in the direction of the few family cultivators, with complex expressions flashing in his eyes, awe, curiosity, and worship... of course, it was more of yearning!

However, it didn't take long for him to follow his parents into the cabin, and the monks completely disappeared from his sight.

On the pier, when he saw that the clansmen had already boarded the boat, Shen Huantong said to the man in black robe and the four people behind him:

"It's up to you all the way!"

"Uncle Seventeen, rest assured, we will definitely escort these clansmen to Yangshan safely!"

Then he turned to look at the four clansmen behind him and said:

"Let's go too, one person to guard the side!"

"Yes!"

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After half an hour, dozens of large boats parked on the dock of Binhu Town raised their sails at the same time, and with the help of the violent southeast wind, they sailed towards Yangshan.

In the cabin of a big ship, the little boy named Huan Er sat silently beside his parents, but there was still a strange light in his eyes.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and shouted to the middle-aged man with some joy:

"Father, tell me the story of the flood again!"

"Stop talking, I've already said it countless times!"

Hearing this, the boy's face couldn't help showing a look of disappointment, and then he looked at his father resentfully.

After seeing the desire in his child's eyes, he couldn't help shaking his head and said with a smile:

"Okay, daddy talk!"

In a short moment, the little boy changed his disappointed look before, and a happy smile appeared on his little face.

"It was a flood more than ten years ago. Your father and I were still a young boy, and I followed your grandfather to the city wall of Binhu Town to defend against the attack of monsters.

The flood was extremely serious that time, and there were many monsters outside the city, including a crab the size of a hill.

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The three immortal masters went out to fight the crab in order to protect Binhu Town. The battle was really dizzying.

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In the end, the Foundation Establishment Immortal Master on Yunbi Peak killed the crab and saved Binhu Town! "

The middle-aged man described the deeds of the year vividly, with pride in his words from time to time.

At the same time, the strange color in the little boy's eyes became more intense.

Suddenly, the little boy said with a serious expression on his face:

"Father, I also want to be an Immortal Master!"

For a time, the middle-aged man and his wife were stunned for a moment, and both looked up at the little boy.

Why didn't they know the idea in this child's heart, but they didn't expect him to say it with such certainty this time.

After the middle-aged man was slightly stunned, he praised with a smile:

"Huan'er is so ambitious!"

"Father, mother, what I said is true!"

Seeing that the middle-aged man and his wife didn't care, the little boy couldn't help but get anxious.

Looking at his child's serious appearance, the middle-aged man regained his serious face and said solemnly:

"Huan'er, this Immortal Master doesn't mean that you can become a master if you want, you must have spiritual roots!"

"Then do I have spiritual roots?" the boy asked anxiously.

"I don't know about your father!" The middle-aged man shook his head and said.

Seeing the disappointed look on the boy's face again, the woman beside UU Reading www.uukanshu.com quickly comforted:

"Huan Er, you are already five years old, and in another year, you can go up the mountain to test whether you have spiritual roots!"

"Really?"

A innocent smile appeared on the boy's face again, and he jumped happily in the cabin.

Seeing his son's excited appearance, the middle-aged man was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth:

"Huan'er, if you become an Immortal Master in the future, you must take on the responsibility of an Immortal Master and protect the family well!"

"Remember, kid!"

At this time, what none of the three present knew was that the simple words explained by the middle-aged man today have become something that the boy has been doing all his life!

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What good years are there, but someone is carrying the burden for you!